Lockdown | Harry Styles | AU

Chapter 9

A/N: it's 2am, I'm so tired and still hungover, so I'm going to bed! 😂 Again, this chapter just flowed out of me, so I haven't checked through it yet! So I'm sorry for any mistakes!

So excited for this story! Already have the next 20 chapters planned out!

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"Hey, love! I was just going to text you and see how your day was." Sofia answered the call after a few rings.

"I wanna fuck him so bad." Aubrey only groaned in response, her words slightly slurred as she lazily rested her head back against the wall she was leaning against.

The sound of Sofia's laughter instantly bubbled through the phone, her giggles making a goofy smile spread across Aubrey's mouth before she bit down on her bottom lip.

"What?" Sofia managed to get out through a chuckle, complete shock and amusement in her tone as she went along with Aubrey's abrupt conversation. "Who do you wanna fuck, sweetie?"

"Harry Styles." Aubrey mumbled, a frown washing over her expression as she pouted her lips.

"Oh honey, don't we all?" Sofia joked, a dreamy tone in her voice before another short laugh escaped her. "But are you drunk, Miss Day?"

"Maybe." Aubrey told her in a cheeky slur, her eyes glancing through the arched doorway into the restaurant, her gaze following a few passes by. "I had some lunch."

"A liquid lunch perhaps?" Sofia asked coyly.

"Yeah, a big liquid lunch." Aubrey blinked her bloodshot eyes slowly as a smirk lifted her lips.

"And who, pray tell, are you having lunch with?"

"Gabriel." Aubrey drawled out, her fingers lifting to rake through her hair.

"Who is Gabriel?" Sofia asked with a playful tone, her voice filled with anticipation.

"The older french guy I was telling you about." Aubrey slurred, her eyes rolling sluggishly.

"Wait! He's the one you wanna fuck!?" Sofia practically exclaimed, amused and completely stunned.

"No, silly." Aubrey let out a laugh before scrunching up her nose. "I already told you— I wanna fuck Harry. Styles," she spoke slowly before swapping her phone from one hand to the other, letting out a heavy sigh. Her pink lips pouting again in frustration, the rosiness of her cheeks flushing a shade darker. "It's just... after our date, I mean the way he kissed my neck, fuck..." she breathed out, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it... But now he's here, and we're having lunch, and drinking, and he is such a fucking prick. But I don't think I can control—"

"Woah, Aubrey— What? What are you talking about?" Sofia cut her off Aubrey's drunken rambling, bewilderment dripping from her words. "Are you actually being serious? When? When, did you go on date with Harry Styles..."

But the rest of Sofia's words faded into the background when Aubrey's eyes looked up and suddenly met the very boy in question, his green gaze locking on to hers as she watched him approaching her, his body charismatically weaving through tables on his way.